Perfect, I can't quite seem to add up to Your means of 
being holy. Do you still see me when I curse, backbite, 
try to run and hide? Say I'm something that I'm not, 
fooling everyone. Hypocrite, take it in, you're dead 
before My eyes. Perfect, you faker, I see who you are, 
you cannot hide.
Is there no sympathy? My lips are quick to speak. In 
selfishness I do what I want until the end. Blinded, my 
way I can't see, my way is right to me, in the end, my 
way is death.
My way wretched, my way misled, taste the poison I am 
spoonfed.
I need Your sympathy, my wretched self deserves nothing. 
Teach me Your ways, be my everything, You will see the 
death of me. My way is not what I want, body shaking, 
sick to the core. A hypocrite deserving of death, do you 
see how wretched I am?
Are you like me? Are you filthy? Sin in the blood? Guilty 
like the rest of us? Selfish we are looking out for one, 
if I say I'm blameless I'm deceiving myself. I am 
wretched, I am misled, I need Your grace, will You take 
this from me?